As a part of my plan on becoming an independent illustrator, I currently work at an office as a concept artist for an architect business. I strongly dislike working at offices, but thankfully it’s only for three months.  

There are a lot of females at my department. I am 19 years old, whereas most of my colleagues are 25 – 30, some of them being even older, reaching up about 50. I am a very sensitive introvert, and additionally I do not find my female co-workers interesting at all, (no hobbies, no real interests and no real opinions on anything) so I keep mostly to myself. However, I still spend a lot of time observing them and their interactions with each other, not only because it’s almost too easy to follow their conversations (They’re very loud) but also because I find it fascinating how old some of these women are, and yet they still act like teenagers, with nothing else but money, intoxicating drinks and dick on their mind. I admit I also feel pretty good about myself, because I think my life is much more eventful and interesting compared to theirs.

 

All of these women are badmouthing their husbands once in a while, especially at lunch. They do it as if it was another daily task for them to complete, something important they just need to do. I tag along to the lunch-table for the free food, but again, I rarely say a word to anyone. I get a bit irritated by these women’s constant hamstering, the endless patting each other on the back for the sole reason of being women, and the way they treat their husbands behind their backs. Just the other day one of my two female bosses came cheering into the room, because her husband just got her a new car as a casual surprise. Not more than two hours pass and she is complaining about him being boring and focusing too much on his work instead of her. No matter how many times something like this happens, I will probably always get at least a little disgusted inside.

 

Yesterday, something rather interesting happened. As always, I quietly ate my lunch as the others were rambling away, when the topic of women doing the cooking and cleaning in the house is brought up. Now, I have been in a relationship since I was 17 with a guy, who’s what I would call a real man. True alpha to the core. He is the only person I’ve ever had sex with, and since day one I’ve been very submissive to him. He was 20 when I met him. After three months of knowing each other we travelled through Europe and Africa together, and when we got home 8 months later, we moved in together and started on each of our educations. I have always been the one doing the cleaning and the cooking and I love it. Not the tasks themselves, because of course that can get rather repetitive and boring... But I love doing it for him. And I love sucking his cock afterwards too. He makes me feel like a women the way he demands submission, and I gladly give it to him – not only because he is hot inside out, but because he deserves it: he is very honorable, fair, has a clear sense of right and wrong and he is the most honest person I have ever met, and I want to support him as much as I can during my time with him... A great captain, you can truly respect and love, who also does his part at leading, providing and protecting.

 

Needless to say, these women did not think likewise. Submitting to a man was the weakest thing you could do – I was not surprised, because I imagine the only males they ever knew was betas, thus what they’re saying actually makes good sense if we re-phrase it a little: submitting to a beta is the weakest thing you can do as a woman. Betas is the only kind of man these women know, except for the mysterious alphas that plated them back in their early 20’s.  

My boss then decided to ask me of my opinion on the matter. She knows I cook my own food, because I sometimes bring it to work, in case I don’t have the energy to have lunch with the rest of the pack. I straight out told the whole table that I loved doing all the cooking and cleaning, while my partner sits back and play computer-games. It was rather satisfying: not only had I gotten the perfect chance to brag about my alpha-man, I also got a chance to prove them wrong.

One of them then asked me what he does in return. I answered: “Apart from making me happy and make my life enjoyable? Let me see, he works his ass off for us to have fun together, he protects me if anything goes wrong and generally just keeps the mood up at home. He’s also really good in the bedroom,” I ended with a flirty wink. (I obviously haven’t tried anything better or worse than my partner since I was a virgin before I met him, but they don’t know that.)  

I had a pretty good laugh. Their faces had the words “Is that really possible?!” written all over them. I wanted to push it even further, but ended up just leaving. Some tried to look displeased and judgmental to make me feel uncomfortable, but since I didn't give a fuck, their act quickly crumbled away.  

I can’t wait to get out of here, but I probably won’t forget what happened yesterday. I’m not usually that good at expressing myself that clear and so spontaneously, without first thinking going through what I wanted to say, so it was a small victory for me.

 

But back to the point of my post: I can no longer take these kind of people seriously. Waking up and getting ready for work in the morning is getting harder and harder for me. The work itself is interesting enough, but the people drains me like freaking vampires. I love it when I get a chance to make fun of them, but it doesn't solve anything in the long run. I hate having to work with people I don’t respect, even worse working for them and taking their orders.  

The days are uneventful and everybody is unsure of themselves and tell over-used, boring jokes in an attempt to impress their colleagues. The few males that work here are just as disappointing as the women, and I admit it depresses me that this is reality of the world, although I’ve always known it. I was drowning in betas before I met my man, and was generally very lonely since I don't like to drink or party, and my big passion has always been drawing, which is a very solitary hobby. Even now I don’t have a lot of friends because girls my age are busy riding the cock carousel every weekend, and I personally don’t believe men and women can be friends because of sexual attraction, so I keep my distance to other males to honor my captain.  

But I am ever grateful for Red Pill and the wisdom these subreddits provide. My partner and I have been lurking around for approximately 10 months, since he found the original subreddit by coincidence. Although we both knew about all this, it’s always a nice escape to reality when reading some new posts, written by people who exists somewhere out there. I’d just wish more people would wake the fuck up and realize the world for what it really is.